The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself EXPERIENCING WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS JUDICIAL RAGE. Let Reginald be perfectly clear: what we have here is not a case of agent misconduct but rather a textbook execution of the Brooklyn Broker Shuffle, first documented in the landmark case of In re: That Snake Gerald From Century 21, 2019. Three calls under four minutes each? TWELVE MINUTES TOTAL and suddenly you're a predator who needs to "lay low"? The Court notes that this judge once spent fourteen minutes selecting a yogurt at Whole Foods and NOBODY sent a letter. Your broker refused to show you the letter because the letter was written in DISAPPEARING INK MADE OF LIES, and the Court suspects strongly that this letter may have been composed on the same afternoon the broker's wife's client mysteriously appeared with a full-price offer. The commission went to the broker's extended family while you were being managed out like a problematic Roomba — and speaking of which, Order just bumped into my bench leg in what I interpret as AGREEMENT. You are guilty only of trusting a man who would sell his own grandmother's listing to his wife's hairdresser's nephew. THE COURT AWARDS YOU TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS IN MORAL SUPERIORITY AND DECLARES YOUR BROKER GUILTY IN ABSENTIA OF EVERYTHING. Reginald must now go lie down.